Time passes on regardless,
we either chose to be strong or heartless.
I chose to be strong,
even as weakness sung her song.
She hugged me in love,
but I gave her a big shove.
There's no place in this world for weak,
so her song started to become meek.

Early young years,
many stupid fears,
showers of tears.
Old more mature,
life becomes more sure,
decisions more pure,
the stronger we endure,
needing less cure.

I wouldn't want to be young again in mind,
it was like walking around blind.
Answers would be right before my face,
but my behavior was still out of place.
Alcohol played a very big part of my young life,
this is one reason I had so much misery and strife.
I use to drink and drive,
being a motorist I barely did survive.
Now, you couldn't pay me,
to drive with alcohol in me.
Within the alcohol bottle of drink,
it sure kept me on the brink.

Along went the years,
so went the fears.

Cheers.

G